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Details | Marsiya | |

I'm my Daddy Made Over

Dedicated to my Dad Jerry W. Niday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013


I am who I am because of him
He’s the reason for my son’s name
He gave me my courage & my strength
To stand tall even when standing wasn’t easy
Stand for the ones who can’t
To think and fend for myself
I’m my Daddy made over

Taught me to fight back 
To never back down
How to pick myself back up
When I’ve been knocked down
Fight for what I believe
I’m my Daddy made over

He gave me my stubbornness 
Gave me my pride
Gave me my temper
Taught me not to take crap
To speak my mind no matter who
Work for what I want
I’m my Daddy made over

How to keep my emotions in check
How to handle large amounts of pain
When in trouble he always had my back
He knew how my mind worked better than anyone
I got it from him
I’m my Daddy made over

Even though he’s gone
I’ll stand and continue on 
I may stumble I may fall 
May even get hurt along the way
But I’ll pick myself back up
I’ll dust myself off and stand tall
I’m honored and proud to say
I’m my Daddy made over


Sabrina Niday Hansel



Details | Epic | |

We Lost More Than a Dad

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost half of how we came to be
We lost we four girls first love
We lost our Best Friend

We lost more than just a Dad that day
Our Mom lost her Soul Mate, Her other half 
Our children lost their Papaw
We lost our family’s foundation 
We lost the glue that held us together

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost the Strongest man we ever knew 
We lost the man we looked up too
We lost we four girls Teacher of many things

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We four girls lost our Hero
We lost some of our Light
We lost part of our Heart
We lost part of our Soul

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost some of our Courage
We lost some of our Strength
We lost some of our will to fight back
We lost some of our will to carry on
We four girls lost more than a Dad
We lost more than just a Dad that day


Details | Munaajaat | |

Tell Me

I'm lost hurt and angry
Why did you take his life
I want, No I need to know
Tell me, Tell me why
I deserve to know

Haven't you done enough to him
What'd he ever do to you
He suffered his whole life
Suffered more than anyone deserved
Tell me, Tell me why you did it
I have a right to know

Why'd you let him born to them
Born to worthless parents
Parents who didn't care
They threw him away like garbage
Pawned him off on someone else
Tell me, Tell me why
Explain how you could do that

You gave him Polio
You let others treat him like disease
You took away the full use of his legs
You warped his hand and foot
Tell me, Explain to me why
I deserve to know

You let others think he was crazy
You let it go on for over year
You didn't stop it, Why
Tell me, Give me your reason
Answer me, Help me to understand

You go and make matters worse
You gave him Cancer
You didn't give him a chance to fight back
You just jerked him away from us
Tell me, Tell me how
How you could be so cruel

How can others not question you
When others do it, It's murder
But when it's by your hand
It's your will, Their fate
Tell me, What makes you so different
Your no better than the demons knocking at the door

You heard me beg and plead
You know I'm not afraid to die
I was willing to carry it all for him
I was willing to take my Daddy's place
You didn't even let me say Goodbye
Tell me, Tell me why I couldn't take his place
Answer me, you owe me that much



Sabrina Niday Hansel
~Niday40873~

(motif) Spiritual


Details | Lyric | |

Don't Cry

Please don't cry over my casket 
For I am not there 
Please don't cry at my grave 
My soul has been set free 
I know it's hard not to cry 
I've been down that road one to many times 

I have no more pain 
I have no more sickness 
And I would not change a thing 
As I walk threw the gates of Heaven 
Mom Dad our brothers and sisters 
Will welcome me with open arms 
Here I am free of that pain 

Don't blame yourself 
It was my time to go home 
This is where I'm supposed to be 
Don't dwell on things which you can not change 
I will always be in your heart 

I will always be watching over you 
When that day comes for you to come home
I will be there to welcome you 
With open arms
And walk you threw the gates of Heaven 
You will be greeted by our family & friends
Who came home before you 
Until that day I will be watching over you


Details | Epic | |

Mommy Why

 Molested the first fifteen years of my life. My mother remained silent the whole time. As the molesting continued all those years. Forced to live a pretend life all my childhood. Beaten and punished every other day. For no reason other than being a child. After all this I figured I was a unwanted child. My mother couldn't love me abusing me. She brought me fancy expensive clothes every year. To cover up all her verbal, mental, and physical abuse. She tried to hide me from people, family and friends. So that they wouldn't see the embarrassing scars and bruises. Sometimes so bad I couldn't even go to school the next day. Or I would get into fights or act rude to get a suspension notice. That would have allowed my body to heal. One time I even tried to get ex-spelled. However, it didn't work. I only came home to more beatings. Her boyfriend watched and help hold me down on the floor as she would beat, and beat, and beat. Maybe this gave him a idea that it was ok to abuse me. Being that my mother was already doing it. Yeah! From the outside looking in my childhood was perfect. Every child wanted my seat. Name-brand clothes, shoes, computers, and almost every toy in the Jc Penny catalog. From the inside looking out I was screaming to get out. Scared, alone, abused, and still a child. So there was nothing I could do. I had no brothers or sisters at the time. All my family wouldn't believe me.No! Not him they would say, and did say at age fifteen I started getting older, and more developed. I had to put a stop to this. So after talking to some school friends. I decided to talk to my mother about what was going on.  So later on that night I called my mother in to talk to her. I had told her what had been going on. while she was a work, and out late shopping. She in return asked me  to draw a picture of his *****. As if she didn't believe me on the spot. What! I thought to myself. How could she ask me a thing like that? After one hour she finally called the police. I was brung in also for video questioning. I told them what had been going on  in the house while my mother was away. The police in return asked me "what took so long for me to tell" I replied" I was scared, alone, and threatened. I had no one in the house to protect me. From my mothers abusive ways. I thought people would tease me." The next question was to my mother.  The police asked "How could you live in the same house, and not know that your child was being raped?" My mother sat quietly and had no answer. So she got charged with neglect. My mother's boyfriend got charged with child molestation, and a few other things. I can't remember them all. After all that I was still scared, but finally free. Free to be a kid again.
    Awh, hell the relationship between my mother and I went down the drain. After trial  she hated me even more. Every day she was threatening to kick me out of the house. I was only sixteen so she couldn't just kick me out. Yet! She even got so angry at times. She went as far as not letting me communicate with my newborn brother.  She even told people to keep him away from me. That hurt me so bad everyday. I prayed to God everyday to soften my mother's heart, but it never happened. When I turned eighteen she finally kicked me out the house for real. With no place to go, no money , and no food to eat.  I ended up living with family and friends until she let me back in. I don't know why, but I thought things had changed. About a week after moving she called the police and told them that I was prostituting. Which was a lie. Thank God I didn't spend time in jail. Due to her lies and deceit. I never thought I would have to leave my own mother alone. However, after that incident that was my final decision. Sporadically I call her to hear her voice, and check on my brother. Unfortunately she never answers the phone. Her guilt for abusing me won't let her answer the phone.
    I moved to Albany, NY for a fresh start. A new beginning! There I met  more friends, moved into a brand new apartment, and fell in love. I wasn't expecting to fall in love, but I did. With a adorable, hot, and sexy Italian guy. For the first time my life was great, and I was happy. I even tried some plus size modeling, nursing, and I started self-publishing my writings. I was accomplishing things that my mother never encouraged me to do.
 After about four years I started feeling homesick . So I came back to Virginia. Wow! What destruction was happening. My whole  family fell apart. Nothing or nobody were the same. They all became police property. That was a sign to continue to stay away from them. Continue my happy life. Continue self-publishing my stories. Praying to God everyday. that I remain successful. This is a true story. Unfortunately it happened to me. From a mother who brung me in this world. Only to use and abuse me my whole entire childhood. Then pretend that nothings even going on.


Details | Haiku | |

Dancing Angels

Angels in heaven
Dancing on a small puddle
Always stay afloat


Details | Epic | |

Dry your tears

With a ragged bag and a sack, I am leaving you to chase a dream…
Dry your tears, my dear; no more wail. No more songs of grief,
No more tired bones and tired soul. Just dry your tears.
How mother died awhile ago and father stayed, and made us howl
Like ghastly wolf, a creature of the night. The food we scrounged on
The floor, when your tummy cried… my eyes cried.
But dry your tears little one… just dry your tears, 
I have words in a bag, a dream in a sack. I have stories and novels
Poems and tears. Remember the sweater I gave you, when even fury dogs
Would freeze? I lied when I said ‘I felt heat, I just ate or I just smiled – you missed it.’
Close your eyes, and do not stare at my back, not tattoos, just
Scars on my back, disfigurements I wear. 
But dry your tears little one… just dry your tears.
Hold on! Even when wolves are circling, knaves are preying 
And God is loping deaf. There are stars and there are blooms that
Even we shall see. Just dry your tears my little one… just dry your tears. 


Details | Ode | |

Sexy Curves

In a dark room music plays with a slow beat,
the neon lights make you white panties and bra look like a street. 
You move your body slowly and so sexy to the music,
while i look at you threw the darkness of the room set.

A big silver gun on my hip and a mountain of coke on the table,
and nothing can distract me from the beauty i see dancing so stable. 
Your every move hypnotizes me,
I think I am going blind cause i am beginning not to see. 

I look at your hair how it waves there so perfectly,
your legs move just like i want them to, so delicately.
You touch your breasts and you hold your but,
you give me that look in your eyes like your not wanting to stop. 

You unbutton your bra and cover your breasts with your palms,
the music dies down a  little and calms. 
You walk up to me and than music begins to play,
that's when you start moving your body on top of me and asking me to stay.

You kiss my ear and rub my legs,
your breast rub against my inner pains.
You feel me harder than a rock,
than you decide to grind my cock. 

Your body moves so sexy and slowly to the music that i played,
my body is shaking from all the excitement that is payed. 
You go in for the big finish, and i tell you to get back up,
cause a lady like you should do all that kind of crap. 

Be with me, be with a BOSS,
Who cares if the people i killed ever took a loss. 


Dedicated to all the woman of the world. 
PS: You are not trash, you are not ......... you are precious jewels. Stay that way ladies. I love you all. 

 


Details | Epic | |

Late Night New

Sitting in a chair and watching a movie I get a phone call,
She's dead, my little sister tells me, and I drop the ball.
you are really gone, I can't believe how this can happen,
You didn't have to go, I wish I could of dropped in. 

Hearing and seeing all the tears that are being poured out for you is very sad,
This day will be remembered in yours and you two little angels forever and that's not bad. 
Not being able to see you any more will be hard but ill think of something to occupy my self,
But till than tho, shine bright for our God and save me a crown a big shelf.


Dedication to: Alina Bukhanstova and her two little angels. 

PS: R.I.P, you will be missed.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Witnesses To Sinners



I can't hear the words as they come from my mouth
I can't hear the screams as they work their way out
As I write all is seen is a blur and blank moment and
Once recovered sensed the words were written,not 
Even a look to see what was written only to know it
Was there.Sleepless night,taunt  filled faces horde my
Dreams.Have this made me fall so low no longer am I
Am I able to stand on my own to feet.How many times 
Will you make me cry before claiming only to being a 
Witness in a crime,your crime. Putting on that face
Working the crowds with amazing easily,how I hate you
Yes all the thing I think about revolve around you.
How many times have I witness myself wound my self
With your blade? As though under a spell doing as order
Without a cry to the world what made me so diligent ?
But no longer can you be a witness,No longer can I be 
A witness to these crimes that been committed.Be us both
Sinners be us both lovers be that we both be cursed 
We shall witness our sins become whole and the love in
Which we share spread further and further like the flames 
Of hades. May there be peace for sinners in the next world.
We are both witnesses and at the same time 
We are both sinners one day to become consumed by our
Own darkness how far will we fall until that moment comes?
May we be good may we be bad may we fall may we live may 
May we die or carry on we are the Witnesses We are the Sinners
To this world and the next.


Details | Crown of Sonnets | |

For My Unborn Seed and Girlfriend

Dam girl when Im locked up you set me free/ 
When Im not myself you set me free/ 
Im behind the lock and you got the key/
 Im blind with hate but you helpmy love see/ 
WhenIm lot and alone you take the lead/
 Without you I could have never planted my seed/ 
I hate to say it but you make me better/ 
You know I love you even without this letter/ 
When Im cold with sadness you my comfort warm sweater/
 I know I can be a bad boyfriend but Im going to be a better father/
 I might have wanted a son, but it really didnt matter because now you having my daughter/
 Im guess Im too stubborn girl with me why you even bother/
 my heart gets heart gets colder but for you it only gets hotter........


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

King Of The Fallen

King Of The Fallen



Look upon the king.See his proud stance,his gentle eyes,and his charming smile.Once the prince looked over by and loved by everyone,no one knowing his true self.
See his proud stance,he stands and look down on people.
His gentle eye show nothing more then lies.
Such a caring smiling he uses to massacre thousands.
Let him rule your mind but keep your heart
Let him judge over you but never about you
Let him rain cruelty over but may you remain pure
Look upon my king see his monarchy shatter before his eye's,as the evil he has done catch up to him.His children taken,his wife's broken,and his castle destroyed.
Look at the prince who was loved,look at the king who was feared,looks at the king who is now fallen into despair.
Look upon the king.See his proud stance,his gentle eye and charming smile.
See his proud stance as he looked on down on the weak.
See his gentle eye's,see the lies that spur in them.
See his charming smile,like a wicked prince ready to tangle you up and put your out of your mind..
He has fallen
He is broken
He was taken
He is now in despair
He has ruled your mind,now his heart is gone.
He has judged you,now is being judged for himself of himself.
He has rain cruelty over you,now he is impure and Ingenta.
Look he's kingdom has fell and now the deed's of his injustice has ensnared him.
Look his leg's broken.
Look his eye's have been gouged.
Look his smile has been cut.
Look at his wives they are broken.
Look at they children are taken without words of appease.
And his home is destroy in flames.
Look upon the the fallen king,no tears shall fall from his eye's only the blood from his mouth,and the words of death.
Fare thee well world,this game of cat and mouse,and of death and life.How I enjoyed it to the fullest,but now my home is in fired my children taken my wives broken and my body destroyed.This must be punishment for being the King of the Fallen.


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Pricked

Your  love pricks me like a rose each thorn grows but no one knows Your so full of 
it as it shows so carry on now go on, go. I'm fed up with the phony and  i'm 
through with the tears, you couldn't pay me all your money to make up for those 
years. Someone help me I feel faint how could I think he was such a saint and 
worst of all I let me fall into a spiral down below. A magic called love carried 
by the dove of someone I use to know.


Details | Rhyme | |

America Is Being DESTROYED From Within

 

As sin and perversion often become integrated… So many lives and families are being “disintegrated.” Many are being driven by sin’s temptation force… It’s no wonder much of this country is way “off course.” The morality and values that once made a great nation. Are evaporating…. Leading to a “spiritual separation.” Love, honor, and respect of God… Is often a “thing of the past.” Anything of God seems to be disappearing FAST! God is our only hope! And him alone! Only he can bring healing to our broken homes! He’s the answer to this wounded nation, that bleeds! It’s only God that can meet all of our needs! He’s our provider… The great: “I am!” Won’t you reach out to him? And give him your hand? Why not give him a chance? And allow him in? A brand new life for you… Is waiting to begin! May we allow God’s holiness and love to reach down into our hearts… Asking; “Lord please forgive our sins!” Is a good place to start! By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

Pain as a Hobby III

How much more can I take?
Searching for love only to find dust in the wind
Sick and tired of the same ol same ol
I know, I know I’ll never meet someone like you ever again
Pictures before our wedding you had a magical glow
Now you walk around like you need a dose of Zoloft
Accusing me of not loving you enough
Hope I’m around to see my sons and daughters turn 50 
But I’m afraid to put all my ice on
I have a feeling that I need to shine every time
The lights flash
Someone may want to take it to the pawn shop.
Them waiting at the light and throwing me out of my car to
Steal the wheels underneath my buttocks
Forget it, 10 out of 10 people die so I’ll just
 Leave my mark on the world while I’m here.
Six hundred and sixty six offsprings wild and destructive 
I can feel the beast within
It was just the way I was feeling 
Sorry to unload on you.
They put the Africans on ships
And sold us to slavery so of course
I have a problem with minimum wages 
Now they lock my brothers up with maximum stays.
Apparently, there must be a lot of drug addicts.
Every kingpin rise and fall but drugs are still a Trillion Dollar business
Who is to blame?
The businessmen or the consumer?
I guess it just gives me something else to write about!
I was poor so of course I want to be rich
But I’m stuck working behind a desk making another man rich.
They can fire me any time they like and that leaves me wondering
How to get formula that costs more than $20.00 a pop.  Now multiply
That number with all the newborns and you’ll see who are the real kingpins
In my spirit I feel I was meant for more 
To be able to give freely and not worry about making any payments.
Looking out of the window of a Hyundai at the white family driving by in their Mercedes
Wondering why I couldn’t be born in the Gates family.
They have gates that cost more than most people make in a lifetime.
Never being satisfied with one so now I’m on number three and years from now
Doing all I can to avoid my daughter asking me one day,
“Daddy, why did you leave?”
Dreading twenty years from today when she says “she is in love and wants to give it up”
Terrified of her growing a butt and some hips
Plus she’s bright 
Just like the way the dope boys like them
Somehow I plan to beat Karma 
With my hands if I have to
I’m looking in your eyes and your tears fall down your cheeks and the oracle states this is 
the end
I throw a penny in the waterfall asking for one more chance.
And you respond with “I never want to see you again!”


Details | Epic | |

An Egyptian Beauty

Oh gracious daughter of Aye
beautiful woman has come
queen of joy pleasing to thy king
Oh green eyed silent beauty
Voice as sweet as a kind heart
Eye brows as straight as an arrow
Oh great beauty of Aton
Fingers coated with melted gold
Shaped with a swarm like neck
Oh princess among many others
Resolute cheeks steady as gaze
Gleaming hair with colored locks
Oh woman as capable as a man
 lips as bright as berry fondant
Eyes outlined with silver glimmer
Oh daughter dark and comely
Legs long like the harvestman
Waist as round as a circle
Oh queen of beauty and devotion
Won respect in history of women
As most beautiful in your time
Remembered for beauty and power


Details | Ballad | |

A Better Life...

A Better Life

I don't know why she hides,
I don't know why she shivers,
I don't know why she cries,
I don't know why she quivers,

Daddy's girl is all alone,
And I don't know how to help her,
Daddy's world is all but blown,
And I don't know what to tell her,

What happened to her confidence,
And her self assured way,
Which used to be so prominent,
In all she did or would say,

Who stole my little girl’s heart,
And drove her to such confusion,
She now slowly does her part,
As if all she has is illusion,

She knows I would kill any other man,
For doing such harm to my little girl,
But this is much more than I can stand,
As it has forever blown apart my world,

They took ‘steps’ to the next level,
And now they each look to me in despair,
I warned them each to be careful,
But the forbidden fruit they shared,

Now I look at one without trust,
Yet I still love my son so very much,
I still hold her distant as I must,
But she needs Daddy’s healing touch,

Why do I have to be the bad guy,
When my children need my help,
I pushed one out and I still cry,
While I can't help her help herself,

There is no way to win here,
And my tears won't stop falling,
I have lost them both I fear,
And my fears won't stop calling,

I don’t know what to do anymore,
Or how I can help either of them,
Both children my heart cries out for,
But the truth is neither can win, 

And for this my darling kids,
I am so sorry I can’t decide,
Which to disown or which to kiss,
When I am actually on both your sides,

So I pray that both her and him,
Of whom I am so very proud,
Do not give up and become victims,
Who wear this pain like a shroud,

I pray both of you hear my advice,
Get over this hardship and understand,
This lesson with its terrible price,
Is one where you do as best you can,

To forgive and move on from here,
Without Dad having to choose a side,
And to let go of all that you fear,
If you want to grow to have a better life.


Details | Epic | |

Statutory Rape 101

Everybody knows that it's against the law for grown men and grown women to date all of the underage boys and girls,. let alone a 14-year-old boy or a 15-year-old girl. The law also states that any adult who tries to have this so-called "intimate sexual relationship" with any of the underage boys and/or girls would likely go to jail for a period of time and upon release, they'll have to be register sex offenders for the rest of their lives. It seems that those teen girls would rather date men in their 20's or 30s than guys their age and those teen boys would rather date women twice their age than girls their age, as well. but luckily, their parents (the mothers and the fathers) are here to prevent these so-called "May-December" relationships from ever happening, especially when they're protecting their teenage offspring from dirt-bags like these would-be pedophiles. But no matter what the parents do, no matter how hard they try, their teen sons and/or daughters, they secretly continuing dating older men/older women, even at night (midnight, 2 am, or 3 in the morning, e.g.). And the next thing everybody knows, their parents, they will have found out about it; thereby finding them in bed with the adults; their parents should make multiple police reports and pud the cradle robbers behind bars for good. Boy this is starting to look like an episode of "Law & Order: Special Victims Unit" (Season 6-Episode 19-Intoxicated featuring Danielle Panabaker) and an episode of "Snapped," especially when Sarah Johnson killed her own parents in cold blood because she was afraid that the late Mr. and Mrs. Alan and Diane Johnson would send this guy name Bruno Santos to prison or have him deported back to Mexico for statutory rape (by way of dating a then-16-year-old girl). There's no way that those teen boys and teen girls are ever going to get into a bunch of serious, intimate relationships with a bunch of would-be cradle-robbing adults. They need to concentrate on their education and they need to be with guys and girls their age. I mean, one teen boy dating a n adult female? One teen girl dating an older man? My God, their parents will be seriously upset about this. Who on Earth would be dumb enough to fall for an older woman or an older man? And if these would-be pedophiles in the form of grown men and women even attempt to rob these teen boys and girls of their innocence and whatnot, the parents are going to have a problem up in here.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Ugliness Of Divorce


My parents taught me the Christian ways.
I was taught to obey what the Bible says.

I was proud of my parents!  I really was!
And loved them so much…  Just because!

They meant everything to me!  I was proud!
Until one day...  There appeared “a dark cloud.”

It was like a “darkness” hovered above.
Leaving their marriage empty of needed love!

Though they were together many years.
There were many cracks that soon appeared.

I say a once happy home soon destroyed.
Being with one another….  They no longer enjoyed!

How could this happen! I had wondered…
To see a happy marriage “totally plundered

As sin crept in...  And allowed to prevail.
Very soon this marriage simply failed.

May this be a warning for me and you…
That our commitment remains faithful and true!

If your marriage is heading toward separation…
Please seek God for a healing and restoration!

If your planning to have a divorce..
Jesus’ love can put it on the right course!

He can replace the brokenness and hurt within..
And can put your lives back together AGAIN!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Epic | |

All men are Broken

I am not like your earthly father, why do you treat Me like him?
I am an all consuming love 
I am not double-minded; I can’t lie or hurt you with sin,
I created you to be more than what you currently are,
For the father fracture has caused so many of My children to be scared,

All men are broken,
All men were broken,
By their fathers who passed it down to you,
My sons and daughters there is nothing to impossible for me too do,

I am much bigger than anything you face and fear,
I am the Father who has seen every tear,
I am the Father who knows your deepest pain,
I am the Father who will always remain,

Though many fathers meant well they still could never be,
All that I am able to be unto thee,
You’re not your father, you’re not going to be the same,
You were never meant to live with the anxieties of a childhood filled with pain,
So let Me love you, let me in, I am not counting all your sins,
Let Me show you what you have never seen,
For perfect love heals and restores all lost dreams,

I am not your father, please blame me no more,
If you could only see what I have planned for your future; the greatness I have in store,
You would understand, you would forget the past, 
You would forgive your fathers, who didn’t know better and couldn’t fulfill their tasks,

A generation has been created,
That has been jaded and recklessly complicated,
I understand, but take my hand; I am not like a carnal man,
I will show you unconditional love that will never fail,
When things get tough I am the Father who will never bail,

I am not like your father, I have been falsely accused,
I am the father who will never leave your side, disappoint you, or abuse
I have watched you all your life suffer in silence, while hiding behind everything and anything to numb yourself well,
I was there every time you slipped up and every time you fell,

But listen my beloved, I call out to you each day,
Just stay quiet for a moment and you will hear what I want to say…

I am here; you are ever before me, for I carved your name in my hand,
I know how to reach you, for I loved you before you ever reached this land,

A broken child becomes a broken man,
Until he knows his heavenly Father is his biggest fan.
Give Me a chance to show you and you will finally understand
That it is My love that will guide you, just take hold of my hand.

By: Sabina Nicole


Details | Epic | |

Young Cronus

YOUNG CRONUS	(5.7.09)

My father decided he wanted his children		
buried, and left for dead.
But my mother, Gaea, both fair and true,
spared her children instead.
So I met with my selfish father,
where, by Gaea, we both were led,
and, holding the sickle she gave me,
this is what I said:

"Hello, dearest father.
I'm glad that you came. After years without you, 		
I know how you feel about us.				
I just hope you know:  We feel the same about you."

"But we are not here to argue.
I came here to say good bye."
He knew farewells were in order,
but he did not yet, know why.
I explained our situation,
as my siblings stood idly by,
saying, "If you don't want to have children,
you cannot be swayed, so I won't even try.
But its too late to go back now.
You cannot erase my family and I.
So that leaves us only one option,
and that's why I'm saying goodbye."

"Goodbye, worthless father.
I'm glad that you came.  Now pay what is due. 			
We know how you feel about us,
and now you know how we feel about you."

He regretted the seeds he had sewn,
so, in charity, I reaped his remorse.
I swung my sickle pure and precise,
with such fervent and furious force;
His blood was late to react to the wound,
and that which was lost by means of divorce,
found it's new home in the deep, dark, blue ocean-
unable to ever return to it's source.

	Together with most of my brothers and sisters,
	there seemed to be no better fit
	than to send him away, as he would have sent us;
	to the bottomless Tartarus pit.

"Goodbye, worthless father.
I'm glad that you came, and you paid what was due.
We knew how you felt about all of us,
so we showed you just how we all feel about you." 	

"Farewell forever, father.
I'm glad that you're gone, and I'll never atone.		
Know that your fear was what you created,
as I take my seat in what once was your throne."


Details | I do not know? | |

The White of Your Eyes

As I look at the whites of your eyes
I feel horror, fear rumbling inside me.

I grind my teeth together when I see you walking.

I fear you, I fear when you talk, shout, when you raise your hand.

I'v always feared you, but no more.
The fear I had of you I turned it into courage.

Now I no longer fear you.
I laugh when you raise your hand, when you shout.

Cuz the only thing I see you as...
Is a dead man walking.

And now your in the ground where you belong.


( If you may PLEASE comment of Mail me. Sorry i havn't been on in a long time... ALOT has happened this year to me)


Details | ABC | |

Never Thought It Would Happen

We began so little and young, 
Life beat us bad and twisted our tongue.
You and I walked a pretty rough road I can say
When you stumbled I was always there to make you stay.

Stay and not give up, I didn't give up on you than, so I wont give up on you now, 
We danced our life so brutally and softly, but this time you didn't look my way and bounced. 
I thought we would go on like this forever, but I guess like people say, 
Nothing lasts forever.


Details | Ballad | |

Lady Arcane

[Daughters of Lamia] Today we walk from our graves You can't wish, pray it away The Inflamed Coven's emerged You Will receive what you deserve Retribution of the flaming shade Your Malice will be paid, In Harm's way [Aharhel] Her Convoluted face burning with fear Of the fall of the gate seering their minds with the deft of the legion The Army of the plague Scourges your land Scourges your Children Scourges your hope [Lady Arcane] I, The White Madonna - The Poison Mistress Hold The Rose to Salvation - Hold The Fruit to Arcane Closer, Come, Child you are mine [Daughter's of Lamia] Lady Arcane wants your fear Lady Arcane wants you near Lady Arcan is here Lurking In your tears clinging to your spilled blood the east has always been near The Left hand reaches to the right side in disguise In Malice's Disguise Therionacy break you down to thy knees To Thy Knees!


Details | Epic | |

My Very Own Seeds

My time keeps ticking/ Fresh outta mind prison/ I still have a hard time trying to listen/
 I keep on walking yet I keep on tripping/ The pain in my brain heart thickens/ 
Redemption for change Im still missing/ 

Im still on the reservation/ Dont any of my own people see the alcoholic devestation?/
 More self destruction than self creation/ Addicted alcholism among our own we keep making/ Young hearts and souls everyday we be breaking/ Most of us young souls around here are rarely forgiven because we are to busy been forsaken/
 
This is my own mind made prison astrology/ Im hard like a rock involved in geology/
 Dont any of my people understand this poverished prison geolgraphy/ 
Our destruction can be seen in NAT GEO, dont you people see it in the photography/
 Time is no joke nor is it alive yet somehow it can still bleed/ 
Im still out of prison yet in my mind it still doesn't feel like I have been set free/
 I know my out out but I dont have the keys/ In or out it still remains hard just to be me/
 Everything now days in life cost a fee/ Its not my culture its the American Greed/
 I guess now days I gotta leave a trail, I gotta PLANT MY VERY OWN SEEDS......


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Her Final Words

"No." She whispered before drowning into her sorrows.
Her life had been a simple happy one. 
There were no pains and no troubles.
Life was life and people were people.
Life was simple.
and life was all about tomorrows.
Life didn't know about sorrows.
Her sorrows.
Those same sorrows that she drowned in never existed. 
They were never there, but where?
First to be sad in the naive town of joy.
Sorrow became contagious and what was known as happiness no longer was there.
It was non-exististent. 
A meager thought 
and a blessed memory.
She tried and tried.
She failed and failed.
Life was no longer hers.
For Pain was her only possession.
Her curse.
She lived and she died.
Yet, her legacy was passed on.
Never was it gone.
"No." She whispered before drowning in her sorrows, 
"Save them."


Details | Light Poetry | |

Always I Miss You

When I'm home sick, sulking half the day because your not here,
 And getting sadder if I say madder because your not there,
 I remind myself in an unusual way theres worse fared,
 If you don't mind being compared,
 
Repeating the many ways you cared,
 The experiences fondly replayed in many ways,
 Thoughts and memories that make me gay,
 Every recipe, every taste,
 Looking back it all seems in an awkward haste,
 
Now it is what I use to fill my plate,
 It's what I use so I won't be late,
 Staying here learning to appreciate,
 All the miles, trucks caring freight..
 
For your Christmas gifts the children just can't wait,
 But if you visit my mind would quake.


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Nepotism's Only Kin Deep

Chip off the old block;
        It runs in the family.
This all needs to stop
        In our meritocracy.

Titles through ages;
        A generation’s game.
Lordships by bloodline,
        Some things need to change.

Birth won’t denote skill;
        It keeps people out.
Mobility’s lost
        When money they flout.

James Caan can shove it,
        And let workers in.
Nobles move over,
        Let our time begin. 


Details | Epic | |

My Father, My Hero

So many heroes, I have know
So many heroes’ names untold
The greatest still is kind
Loving and even smarter then he knows
He holds the love of so many
But no one loves him more then I
His oldest Daughter, Sarah Jho

So many lives have change for the words he wrote
Some find it hard to believe such beautiful words come from
A man who stutters so very bad
But make no mistake the most amazing poet of our day
Stutters as he tries to read the words he wrote

The greatest hero I have know has overcome so many pains
He battled drugs most of my life
Now years clean and he is back in my life
Hepatitis was the next test
But with no surprise as I knew he would
 He won that test
But saddened still nerves
Would die and he can labor no more and he feels a useless foal
But my hero do not worry for what God has in store

For a poet’s hands are meant to write
Hold a pen, and dance on paper
To create a piece of art
God has chosen a new path for my hero’s life



Details | I do not know? | |

Apollo

I wake to a budding dream
A floating start to the hours
In their unbroken clock-scream

A saintly battle fought on morning dew
Midasgold burning through the stale-cold
The poetry god triumphs anew

So repeating patterns are drawn and bold
As I stay in the grassy green cut
Eagerly watching life’s drama unfold.
			
The sun and moon in a grisly duel
The hostilities of an eternity, stretching thin
The eyes of morning, open and cool. 

As the day cries through its tears, and draws
The breathe of the black leopard into night
Clutching the world with her dark, intoxicating paws

And again! The saintly chariot yet drawn
A swimming disc, rolling ‘round through the unseen sky
Lets the complacent night alone till dawn.


Details | Narrative | |

The Best Days of My Life

The Best Days of My Life: The Family Day!


Just like a person can have more than one “Best Friends” in a lifetime, 
One can also have more than one “Best Day of Their Life”.
I have had several “Best Days” in my life, but a few really do stand out.
One of my best days was when my first daughter was born…and healthy.
From that day forward, I have loved and enjoyed her; she blesses my life.
Another best day in my life was the birth of my second healthy daughter.
From that day forward, I have enjoyed, loved, and learned from her.
She blesses my life.  She and my first daughter love and help others, too.  
We played, learned, laughed, loved, and enjoyed many best days together.
Then, my next best day arrived; it was the birth of my youngest child…a boy.
From that day forward, I have loved and enjoyed him; he blesses my life.
While my children were growing up: we loved, they danced…we camped.
Together we learned about God by studying His teachings and attending church.
Together we learned kindness by visiting the elderly, blind, sick, and disabled. 
Together we learned helpfulness by taking time to help strangers in need.
We, with friends, helped keep our neighborhood clean, picking up park litter.
We sang nature’s symphonies…bathed in streams, washed hair in waterfalls.
Talents were developed and we watched one another’s performances. 
Educations were earned and we praised one another’s accomplishments.
Families and careers were begun and my life continues to be blessed.
I have had many best days in my life with my children.  And we have loved.
Everyday with my children, even struggles, were “Best Days of My Life”.
Now, they are grown, but we stay in touch, we love, we enjoy…and
There are grandchildren.  So there will still be many “Best Days in My Life”.
And even though my children no longer live at home, I have been blessed.
I have one more of the already many “Best Days” to share.  A late in life…
Best day is the meeting of and the marriage to my spiritual companion.
Our soul(s) having been completed was the most recent “Best Day of My Life”. 
Together, we still live, seeking God’s word and living life caring and loving.
All…together— These blessings that I have shared are the best life can offer.
And these "Best Days" are the days I will remember for the rest of my life.
And beyond—  The family day!

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 22, 2010
Poetic form: Narrative


Details | Bio | |

Just Call I'll Come

I crossed the mighty water
When I heard you call my name

Found you waiting at a castle
Where the Red Dragon breathes it's flames

In the cold wind, rain and thunder
You came running to my arms
Screaming take me away forever
They can't buy me with their charms

As I held you tightly
I asked where that we should go
Take me home to Bridge Town
On our white charger Vivaro

So we crossed the mighty water
Far from dragons, wind and rain
To the love of all your own Kin
Where the children know your name


Details | Free verse | |

Talk to your Grandparents

There's something important I would like to stress,
as a piece of advice, from the top of my head.
It might sound small now, but nevertheless,
one day when you've grown up, it will make sense;
Talk to your Grandparents.

Ask them a question, another and more.
Ask them what this world was like before.
Inquire of Life, Love and of marriage.
They've been there, they've lived it, and would love to share it.
They'll talk to you gladly, if you lend an ear.
They may make your day, and you'll make their year.
It will be like discovering the best long-lost friends,
if you talk to your Grandparents.

There's something important I would like to say;
Visit, or phone, do it now, and today.
I promise the greatest of disappointments,
is time passing by when you don't know it went.
So don't miss this chance, before it's been spent,
to talk to your Grandparents.


Details | Epic | |

Hell To The Grave Part 2

A knife digs into my leg.
 I look down and see my leg turning the same colour as the other’s skin.
Rotting, putrid flesh, spreading its disease up my thigh.
Pain arcs across my chest, spilling into my neck. 
My hands, they’re becoming tentacles as well. 
I can feel my bones shattering, slicing through my skin.

A flash of pain, and I’m on my knees.
My head is splitting from the pain. I can’t even think.
What’s my name?
 Where am I?
 I hear a hoarse voice in the back of my mind.
Give in. Let go. Now.
Unfortunately I don’t have a choice. My mind, it feels crowded.
Something is in my mind. 
“GET IT OUT! GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD!” I scream, deafening myself.
A blood red is creeping across my vision, clouding my view.
More piercing pain, I can feel my back snapping. 
I topple over to my side. My body is convulsing uncontrollably.
Finally, the pain gets the best of me. I can’t take it any longer.
The pressure in my head, consuming my being. 
I attempt one last bravado. 
I cling to one memory. 
The memory of the girl. 
My daughter. 
But soon even she is corrupted. 
The voice, calling to me. Tempting me. Strangling my mind. 

Then, just before I black out, I hear her voice.
Come play with the me. Join us.
The sickly sweet, echoing charm of her morphs into a deep, throaty rumble.

Join me in the grave.
I am the Gravemind.


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Three Of Me

I look in the mirror
And what do I see?
I see an exact
Copy of me.

I look in the bed
That lies above mine
There comes a voice
That procures my whine.

I look at the table
And to my right
I see my reflection
But I have no fright.

Each reflection had hair
Golden as wheat
We all love ice-cream
As our favorite treat.

Sapphire eyes
Four shining back at me
Tall lanky limbs
As graceful as could be

I am one of three
All copies of me
I’m a triplet you see
And I always will be.


Details | Epic | |

Hell To The Grave Part 1

Hell freezes over. Fire into ice. 
Ice…but without the chill, the cold.
I try to rethink how this happened. 
How a world so green, so vibrant, become hell. 
And now a pale white wasteland.

Agony to relief. A relief that can’t possibly last. 
Impossibilities. A dream. Numbness.
As I emerge from my shelter, built to withstand dry heat, not cool precipitation.
I wonder at the beauty of this new and strange world.
The scorching I’ve received, now soothed by the cooler air.
Miniscule crystals, floating slowly to the earth, sticking to my hair. 
Like dust. Not cold.

I see others as well, marveling at this white world,
 revealing themselves to be inadequately clothed for this overnight change.
I hear a child’s laughter, excited screams as she experiences the cold for the first time.

I turn to watch, a smile on my face. 
There in the white, brash scarlet stains the pureness. 
The girl’s excitement turns to anguish.
She clutches her head, letting out a piercing cry.
Before my eyes, she transforms. 
Her arms, becoming broken and lengthy, ending in tentacles.
Her face, distorted beyond recognition.

More cries, bawling, hammering of fists.
All around me, those whom I’ve grown up with become unrecognizable.
Their skin becomes a sickly green beige, the colour of vomit.

Suddenly everything stops. Silence…






Details | Light Poetry | |

Butterfly

She was just 8 years old
With freckles on her face
She was a little tom boy
Playing miles from the U.S base

Her name was parwana
 Means butterfly in afghan
She was like a little princess
Born in a cruel land

She was with other children
Just playing under the skies
But they look like terrorist
to a  robotic drone as it flies

So they all were killed
With bombs falling from the skies
Then Washington says on TV
It’s a mistake we apologize

We apologize for your lost?
How will that ease the pain?
Of the parents not seeing
Their little love ones again

Her mother cries oh god
Why don’t you kill me instead?
How can I live now? 
That my little butterfly is dead

These are our children
Not a horse or a cow
Go look your self in the mirror
Who are the terrorist now?

 The British prime minster
Says the terrorist will be beat
From his press conference
From NUMBER 10 Downing Street

The white house says
There will causalities of wars
While all the war mongers
Are safe behind their doors

Her father mourns her death
Till his cant live no more
So he drove a car with bombs
Thru the green zone door

There are good and evil
And we know what evil do
But when the good do the same
Then who is better than who

The lives of the innocent
Are being taken by both sides
And today there was a butterfly
Who will no longer flies?


Details | Verse | |

Point of view

I,my eye,saw a good man doing some thing evil,
out of love...
i saw a "big bad man" give food to his family..
selling drugs...selling drugs
and when he got arrested all his daughter really wanted
was to give a hug...give a hug
"mr.goodguy" bought a gun and started acting like a thug...kinda like a thug
*sirens*
dang...bang,bang
a rookie cop noticed they were both the same "maine",man...
put his mug shot all in the news,and the networks...
got 25 views...
the judge said "who is this young man to you?"
his daughter screamed out "let me go,thats my daddy"
"rookie cop" mumbled,"bastered..almost had me"
they threw the book at him while he took "the time",sadly 

amen??


Details | Haiku | |

Disdainful Haiku

Raped by Confusion
No one has a clue about
My lame, weird haiku  

Disdain is like rain,
Dripping continuely...yet
I ponder...wander

I think about you
And how treated me so
You're as sweet as pie

Something is missing
Oh! Something drives me insane...
Disdainful haiku

Why are unclear?
You're like a Positive Sheep
But, in wolve's clothing

Something smells fishy
Is it your odor or what?
Your attitude stinks

I think about you 
You've treated me badly...how
Dare you...oh you jerk!!

Drain away your tears
Don't bottle it up inside
Angst pierces my soul

Disdainful haiku -
Why are you so cruel to me?
Never stop trying (poets)!!! 


Details | I do not know? | |

Safe and Sound

Im tired, Im done
Dont treat me like Im one.
Im sick, Im through
Dont tell me what to do.

You think you know
but really you dont.
What's it like to be all alone?
Thats right you wouldn't know.

I've shed the tears and felt the pain,
because you made him go away.
I loved him more than you comprehend,
Why can't you just understand?

I'll go away and wont come back,
in that place I wont be sad. 
I'll be in his arms where I'm ok,
I'll love him true, Forever & Always.


Details | Lyric | |

Euphorianah

The sapphire-dust sun of what-were dreams
Swallow the scene, setting In the forsaken east
All I see, all I know fades into the reaper's monotone grey 
Death come near me, by my only choice 
My wintry desperation subdued, clings to they silent voice
The dusk reveals my truest nature before her blank argentine eyes
Life; the darkest of all tragedies, Romances' malady
Let me feel your breath in this frozen air
Your pulse shorter than ever
Despair's void grows inside me
Without, you I will live no longer

Forever with me you will stay
The darkness caressing means as I lay by thy grave 
Hatred no longer exits
Come back to me
Euphorianah

My Angel, why did you fly so far away
My Angel, let just one feather stay
My Angel has flown away

The winterwinds' tears fall on me
With whispers of you, someone I once knew
No matter in a dream or reality
Sweet tranquillity, stay with me
Calming the fears within
But the pain remains

The silvemoon's fears shine on you
Thine eyes search for mine
Oh how they shine, so deathly blue
If sacrifice needs a price
The dagger shows-
Heaven is calling us tonight

Forever with me you will stay
The darkness caressing means as I lay by thy grave 
Hatred no longer exits
Come back to me
Euphorianah

My Angel, why did you fly so far away
My Angel, let just one feather stay
My Angel has flown away

Covered in shadowy illusions 
Shall we dance?
Death will be lie dominion
You are my only queen
Euphorianah

Forever with me you will stay
The darkness caressing means as I lay by thy grave 
Hatred no longer exits
Come back to me
Euphorianah

My Angel, why did you fly so far away
My Angel, let just one feather stay
My Angel has flown away

Just let me die
If I cannot see
Euphorianah 
This night 


Details | Epic | |

A Sisters Love By PjWilliams jim and Jack Oslager

(POEM ENTRY)
                                 A SISTER'S LOVE

THERES A HELL I FEEL INSIDE, AS A LOST CHILD CRIED, I WAS HELPLESS TO SAVE HER LIFE
SHE WASNT READY TO BE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME LORD,SHE WASNT READY TO DIE
TEAR A HOLE IN THE SHY TONIGHT, LET THE ASHES OF RAIN,PUT OUT THE FIRES OF RAGE INSIDE
THIS I WILL FOREVER KNOW IS TRUE SISTER , I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER YOU

FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING LEFT TO HOLD ON TO
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE
I WISH I COULD WALK DOWN THE STREETS OF YESTERDAY, NOT A CARE IN THE WORLD,JUST HAPPY YO BE PART OF A FAMILY
BLACK CLOUDS ABOVE, AN ONCOMING STORM ARRIVES, IM FIGHTING TO SURVIVE, I MUST CARRY ON HER NAME NOW, AND FIND AN END TO THE HARD TIMES
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING TO HOLD ON TO
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP FALLIN
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY
A SISTERS LOVE,  NEVER GOES AWAY. RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE
AS I LOOK UP AT THE SKY, WATCHING THE CLOUDS PASSING ME BY
I SEE AN ANGEL FLY,THERES A FEATHER FALLIN IN MY EYE,
THE SEEDS THAT WERE ONCES SOWN,WILL FOREVER GROW, YOUR SPIRIT LIVES ON, INSIDE YOUR CHLIDRENS MINDS, YOU ARE THE BEATING HEART OF THEIR HAPPINESS, CREATOR OF ALL OF THIER DREAMS IN LIFE
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING LEFT TO HOLD ON TO
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP FALLIN
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY, FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY, RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE
THERS A HEEL I FEEL INSIDE,AS A LOST CHILD CRIED, I WAS HELPLESS TO SAVE HER LIFE,SHE WASNT READY TO BE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME LORD,SHE WASNT READY TO DIE, TEAR A HOLE IN THE SKY TONIIGHT,LET THE ASHES OF RAIN, PUT OUT THE FIRE OF RAGE INSIDE
THIS I WILL FORVEVR KNOW IS TRUE SISTER, I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU.

RESPECTFULLY SUBMIITED & THANK YOU FOR TAKEN TIME TO READ AND CONTINUE A MEMORY

Written & Dedicated to Joy M Williams
Etched in Paper & Everlasting Marked PJW
Collaboration by Paul J Williams, jim Oslager, Jack Oslager
All Words Lyrics & Music  
320 S  3rd Street
Oxford  Pa 19363
215 901 3073 cell



Details | Epic | |

6/30/06

As I sit on the kitchen counter, I 
eat my cereal. Savoring every crunch
I watch the phone and wait for it to ring
waiting for someone to call, even a perfect
stranger. Even a perfect stranger. Trust someone
to talk to. Someone to share what's going wrong. My
heart beats with pain. The blood runs cold but hot with 
anger. I wish to scream at the top of my lungs and release 
the agony, But must stay quite as a mouse. I keep to myself.
My hopes that are false and my dreams that will never come true.
I'm lost in my own mind and train of thoughts filled with worries that
can never be told and cries that can never be heard. Smiles are shown
but never true. Every promise is made is another broken wish. Every word
you say is nothing but stalling pain. Sadness is the most feeling felt. It wears
like a sweater on a hot summer day. You just want to rip it off and throw it on 
the ground. I must question everything more now than ever. I sit in a white chair
in a white room. I love this room. It reminds me of purity, a free soul. Anything you
dream can come true. If you dream hard enough and wish upon the right star. I walk
around the rest of this seven room house and I am reminded back to reality of cries and
lies, the tears and the fears. Back into a world of having to win. When smiles are rare to see
and I love yous are no longer from the heart. Gazing out the window, I have come to known 
that this world is made up of men who want sex and money, women that dance in videos to 
make a dime. Young boys hustling and ladies walking the corners. Church crowds have gotten 
smaller and cults have grown. I look back in the mirror reflect. Recently I've made bad 
decisions that just aren't me. I remise about the past and realize that it's time to let 
go. That it's my path and I'm on my own. A struggle it will be, but a blade where
I can not depend. Sorry to my sharp little friend but I hope we never have to
meet again


Details | Lyric | |

Hyper vigilant

this surface thin brittle
teased tinkling ice...

memories interwoven...
heavily draped wisely
entrapped...

delicately arranged...
fragile inner-childhood fear...

bemused...many triggers...
continuous happy tiny moments...
interrupted...by casual slaying dread...

trifle chilly moments...echos
to this very day...her spirit...hid 
under her bed...in her wardrobe...
the child hid to play...

her triggers aware alert intuitive...
she trusts her inner rescuer...

the source will sound the bell...

survival mode she does well...
wears her finest mask to hide
from hell...

this life she accepts...no longer
denies...she stokes her flames
deep inside...

her lover knows of her pain...
a pain this deep one cannot 
change...

...I will fight to send them back...
...to silence them...with my emotions
intact...

without this threat of demise...
happiness evades...and divides...

this life...I strive...this entered damage...this enigma...I carry
within my chore...

my conscience...my survival will
not allow me to ignore...

this truth...your failure...your fears
my fears...I have chosen to confront...
yet my fear chooses to elude... 

...for this mother daughter love
you gave me...I traded it all 
for truth...

...for I did not want the same...
...I did not want to ever become
like you...


Details | Ballad | |

Deirdre III

Don't you know Deirdre's Gone? 
Don't you know Deridre's Gone?

I stepped into room 8-16 only to feel tragedy 
The gatekeeper says your addicted to your pain
A lifeless cold barren soul put In the closet with the shades
Will he ever let you out?

How many days will this passion bleed away
We will be the ones to blame
Beware we've became their prey

An exodus from pain
Her life spent breathing in shame
Am I the one to blame 
Don't you know Deirdre's Gone? 
Don't you know Deirdre never said wrong
Don't you know Deirdre's Gone? 

"my decadence was just for you 
Though you have never cared what I've been through
Enter a world where empathy is clandestine
A world created by thee, just for me
The destruction in my mind 
Is why you want to throw the stone
Today I go past the gate''

I call your name towards nightfall's reign
But the guards take you so far away
A dark angel so divine
Cursed by the ones of Eden's Heart
I will avenge every tear

An exodus from her pain
Her life spent breathing in shame
Am I the one to blame 
Don't you know Deirdre's Gone? 
Don't you know Deirdre never said wrong
Don't you know Deirdre's Gone? 



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What If Christmas Nveer Happened

What If…   Christmas Never Happened???

What if Christmas never happened?  
What if Christmas never came?
Things around here would be different! 
It wouldn’t be the same!

What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger?
Mankind would be in serious trouble. We’d all be in danger!

If the baby Jesus wasn’t born.  There would be no nativity.
We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.”

It’s almost like this now! 
 It’s an “ever increasing business.”
It seems like nearly everyone wants
  “Christ out of Christmas!”

Why does it seem like Christmas is 
 losing it’s true meaning?
The very words; “Merry Christmas,” 
seem to be quickly disappearing!

Many say; “Happy Holiday.”  
They worry they may “offend.”
Having a “holiday” without Christ….  
Once again!

We need to put Jesus Christ back into 
our CHRISTmas season!
He is what Christmas is about!  HE is the very reason!

May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth.
May there be shouts of JOY!  From the corners of the earth!

Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration!
We need him so much right now! 
 All over this great nation!

May we bring to him a heart of love
 for everything he’s done.
As we bring honor to Christ.  God’s precious son!

May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise!
Not only at Christmas time…  But all of our days!

By Jim Pemberton


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Are You God ophobic

Are You God-ophobic? I’ve heard of phobias of different kinds. I’m sure there’s many people with “confused” minds. But there’s one “phobia” that concerns me the most. It’s a “God phobia” that’s drawing so close. It’s like people have a phobia of “In God we trust.” While so many of their lives are burdened with lust. A lust for pleasure and whatever “pleases for the moment.” Many are looking for various kinds of “fulfillment.” But fearing and obeying God? This sounds absurd! Why should anyone care? Much less… Read his word? Even prayer seems to be “a thing of the past.” How much longer will this country last? What we should fear… Is the wrath of God that will come… For not believing and accepting Jesus… His son! Everything we’ll ever need. Has already been provided! An abundant life with Christ can now be decided! Won’t you accept his gift of life everlasting? And look beyond human reasoning and understanding? Put your faith in God. And HIM alone! So you too, can have a place in his eternal home! By Jim Pemberton


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A CASTLE HEARTSTONE MYSTERY

A beautiful girl was born
In secret...
On a spring night
Just before dawn
 
A girl, so fair
A girl, so pretty
Your heart would melt
 
As she grew
Everything she touched
She loved too
The inner peace
Made people turn and sigh
 
In the depths of the Castle
She was kept secret
For the mother knew
The humilation and pain too
 
For the child,
a father was not known
For the mother,
she carried the secret
In her aching heart
On her face, the pain shown
 
The father, so they say
Handsome and charming
Took her heart
Took her love
Then went away
 
A girl, so fair
As beautiful as the day
Often wondered
Of the man
Who took her mothers'
heart away
 
Her mother in despair,
died
A broken heart
No one could repair
 
The girl,
such sorrow
Yet everything 
She touched
She loved too
 
A girl, so fair
Accepted with innate grace
the loss
She could bare
Serenity , upon her face
 
Abeautiful child
Bcame a woman
Eerything she touched
Se loved too
 
On a  spring night
Se must find
Te man who helped bring her ,
in to this world
Eerything she touched
Bcame light
 
Se sensed he was near...
Smething in the wind showing
Whose ripples she could hear
Her fair hair,  blowing
 
A fair wind came
Warm and sweet
from the South
A Prince to meet
 
A South Wind Prince confessed
A daughter to love
A girl, so fair
Everything she touched,
was blessed
 
A tale of love spurned
A mothers' despair
A daughters' love returned
A girl, so fair
Averything she touched
She loved too
With a heart, 
Carried in you


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Is it that hard

Is it that hard?
I tried, I was civil, 
Even pleasant;
I asked about your stupid jeep
When I knew all about it,
I answered your few questions
Very nicely and thoroughly;
 You asked about my interview,
I told you,
Later you mocked me,
Why cant I say
Or do
Anything right in your eyes?
I admitted my wrongs,
My failures,
But when I asked you
Outright
You denied
Wouldnt give a straight answer
I shouldve known;
I listened to it 
My 18 years and one day at home;
I expected it
I was told it would happen
But still I had hope
That maybe you would soften
Maybe you would give a little
But no,
You couldnt even do that
You couldnt admit you are
WRONG
You are cruel
You are twisted
You are so messed up
You are pushing your family away
And you must know it;
Its so obvious
But you cant
Or wont see it.
I dont know what to do;
I try,
I call,
I meet you
And accomplish NOTHING.
I dont want to have to do this
Im so tired of it
My own mother is terrified of you
My little brothers
And my beautiful sisters
Are scared 
To do anything 
You dont approve of;
Youre killing them slowly
Like you did me,
Thats why I left;
Thats why I ran;
I couldnt take it;
They will leave too;
You will be alone,
With no one to control,
No one to abuse,
No one to tell your rules to,
No one to manipulate
No one to listen to you,
Your lies,
Your critisism,
Your bullshit;
Im done; 
If you want to change,
If you will admit to being wrong,
If you will attempt,
Im willing
And ready to see you,
Im ready to see my family again,
But not you;
You are an ogre,
Youve said it yourself.
(Sarcasticaly of course)
Im waiting for you;
Is it that hard?


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Here's The GOOD News

Here's The GOOD NEWS! I get so tired of hearing about “the latest scandal…” It makes me wonder; “how much can this world handle?” It seems like each day, on the news, it speaks of “another killing…” Are these types of things really a part of “living?” There must be more to life than what we hear on the news… More to life than a cigarette or a bottle of booze… There’s a simple message for us that must be heard… The secret to true living you can find reading God’s word! It reads; “all have sinned and fallen short of God’s glory…” But wait! This isn’t the end of the story! His word also speaks of God’s redeeming grace… This can be found anywhere. And any place… His grace can be found through Christ’ atonement… His love can make you a new person… This very moment! His word also says; “where there was sin… Grace did much more abound!” A brand new life in Christ. Today… Can be found! This GOOD NEWS can transform you by the power of the cross! This is what this world needs… That is dying and lost! Spending time with Jesus is always time well spent! May tomorrow’s news read; “Another sinner has chosen to repent!” By Jim Pemberton


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oldman

once there was an old man on a lane
he always had many cats
then he took a train
and went down another lane


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Shadow Man

Shadow Man

You can move from 
room to room,
House to house,
Or state to state.
 
Wherever you zoom off to,
His shadow will always be
There to haunt you.
 
He wants to touch you,
In a very private way,
How long can you stay?
Away from his icy touch?
 
You can't even 
eat lunch
In a diner,
Without him sitting
In a booth beside you.
 
He's tall and thin
With a long black overcoat
And a dark top hat on.
 
You can't avoid
His eyes,
Because all you
See is black
When you look
At his face,
While he's hovering
Over your bed
Atnight.
 
Don't forget
To turn your
Night light on,
Maybe tonight
You’ll recognize
His face.
 
One thing is 
Sure to happen,
He’ll be sharing
Your space
With you
As soon as
Your head hits
Your lace pillowcase.
 
Let's hope he
Doesn’t reach
Out to trace your
Face with his
Pointy fingernail.
 
 


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Their Eyes

They are a prize
To encounter or find
When chance gives you their eyes
You can glance at a beautiful mind

They love without care
To any and all
Heart on their sleeves they wear
Bravery never to fall

Their laugh can light
Through a thousand years of pain
Giving hope for those who fight
For happiness and love to gain

Small as they may be
But just as strong
We give the world for them to see
For they’’ strive for what’s right and wrong.

01/19/08
A.B.


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What you are made up to be

foolish within that shows through the skin, you're hopeless but hoping for the worst for me. I don't care for you, and never will. You will see when you burn in hell, in the future near you'll see that I wasn't the one wrong, so don't try to be sincere. You think it's all about you, when the truth is no one wants anything to do with you. You've already over thought it all, and now you're all alone starring at the wall. I bet you realize now that the pain you feel you caused yourself. Within in all, comes the suffering of withdraw. All the pills that you've swallowed won't save your sorrow.


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No ones to blame, that your soul is put to shame

I don't understand, how i'm blame to be the biggest sin the world can see. you're little tall tails, you try and make the people believe are all hopeless, just like the heart inside of you beats. i'm breathing like i always do, i'm not gonna miss a single breath over you. when you're the one, that's suppose to be here for me, even when death captures the life of me. sadly, you're mistaken, for the life you've overtaken. the life of a drugged out temptresses is not a life to lead, thats why you aren't my example of the future to me. i don't want to be the one that is always the one to plead, for money, for sex, for looks, oh you're something i've learned to not be from those certain books. you weren't there for me to write, when you were suppose to be, the introduction author about the life of me. the life of me, how interesting can that be? well, i must say, you helped me be able to write about a girl who has been terribly betrayed. where's my mother, the one whose suppose to be like none other? you gave me no one, but myself to look up too.


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Cheph 111

 Cheph 111 
Cheph 111 
 
The pilots name was Marylin Mist she was tall and a nerd with glasses and short 
hair parted in the center not too tall but not short at all she wore her flight suit 
loose and was all business. The orders had come in from Central "
"the new star system has a planet 
OBIRON star system 111 has a third sun with a third planet intact 
We are not kidding you Mary (short for Marylin) {a nickname for the stake of this 
story and my poetic liscence is in place) ed.note. 
Mary Mist the planet is called Cheph 111 after the name of the chef on the diner 
of the spacestation in orbit around OBIRON 111. 
We are counting on ewe to get a good crew and fly your white needle nose ship 
the "AMARYLLIS TWO". 
Take as much time as you need your credits are trillions. 
For this trip you are on now there will be no 
More communication with earth 
needle nose ship the "AMARYLLIS TWO". 
Take as much time as you need your credits are trillions. 
For this trip you are on now there will be no 
More communication with earth 
MarylYn the transmission is garbled just continue your mission this has been a 
recorded mess.................................... 
She carefully turned off her laptop and read the latest CHARLAX poem she loves 
the way this poet makes his Private stories to be poems. Then she carefully 
makes her way into the Newtonian City of Bostonia to recruit the crew for her 
infamous star shippe. 
This is the first installment of this epic book poem a science fiction classic hint 
hint to DOUBLDAY books to l()()K at this for serious consideration.ed.note. 
Chapter one: Crew for MarYlin Mist. 
Soon to be released. 
L()()K for this at www.storypen.com/charlax 


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A love that will not let me go

Pain...Torn,

Circumstances;
The walk on a path to shed a tear to numb the pain
A desolation sets in the brain let I shall refrain,
Words chosen in the fragments of my mind...

Sheltered by the fear of prison doors
Lest I emplore another chosen rhyme;
To shine a light on make believe,
Eyes with spots chosen doom in gloom

To weather the storm in the plausible norm;
Subside with vile degrading tears in the eyes,
A shelter to cry beneath the pavement fair
Beyond approach till one can compare;

I treasured a rose that was plucked some time ago,
French braid in hair yet none the worse for wear,
A vile of dust chosen influence with tears,
Shaped as the river Nile still we knew all the great while

The smile from the lonesome child
In the call of the wild;
Breath of fresh air to compare a shoulder to cry,
My final sigh as time slowly passes me by


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Devoured

She is yellow tonight, grinning 
as she reflects the day. Her breath 
Splashes against me, needles of silver 
Inject my skin. Casting shadows and trapping thought, 
in punctured sails. 
Petals dissolve; gather as pulp at the base 
Of my heart. Burgundy lines solid flesh. 
Empty beats crackle and echo through 
my hollow bones. Chalk that spends itself 
in continual lines. 
Thought, in tatters hanging from my brain, 
Is dry. Scorched by the flickering tongue 
Of the sun. Flames that fed on the fertile 
Fabric, spun from raw emotion. 
Devoured the spark, 
halted production.


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SHIFTING SANDS

Using me, 
I take a refuge in desire.
‘Seeing act’ strangulates. 
I suffer in the mists of defeat, 
there is no evidence. 
One attachment catches the conflict.
The fading light of moon burns my pillow,
transcripts impenetrable theme.

Conceiving a problem 
in the shifting sands, life seeks
a view of words and enjoys the discreet
meaningless movement. 
We play the game again & again, 
feed our egos. Study the sorrow 
and give charity to the torn flags 
of pride and hunger.

The fear does not end, 
the looking does not stop.
Each answer leaps to a grief.
The chronicle of squeezed holocaust. 
we were hurting each other
humming a song. 
Violence of non-violence was more evident.


SATISH VERMA


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Dear Mommy

Mommy dry your eyes
Mommy you can stop crying
We all been through hard times and the struggle
Mommy there are some thing women go threw with there kids
 there are some thing we say that we shouldn't say
People make mistakes, I know I did
but know matter what, I'm going to love you every day
I know one day you'll be proud of me
I know with the sound of my heart beat,
You will always be there for me, when I'm down and sad
I know you will be here for me know matter what, Sometimes you make me mad
but I tend to get  over it
Now mommy  stop crying
I'll watch over you with my ANGELS, I'll sleep when I'm died
For now you just get your rest, Now you lay down in your lovely bed


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The Abduction of Persephone

Wandering the fields of nature, breezes gently blowing by,
She captured the hearts of many; she was a beauty in their eyes.
The daughter of a god, Zeus, all powerful and strong
And Demeter, goddess of harvest, in her eyes, she did no wrong.

Persephone, the daughter, helped her mother tend the fields
The fertile land created, the prosperous harvest yields.
While wandering the field that day, the ground broke open wide
Hades, god of the underworld, came out and took his bride.

Into the depths of his lair, Persephone had descended
Hades came to steal the beauty, for as he had intended.
Zeus would not agree, to the marriage of the two
So, Hades did what he always felt he had to do.

Demeter, not knowing, searched the world, land and sea
In hopes of finding and bringing home, the girl Persephone.
While wandering and searching, the crops, they had all died.
For, they would never flourish, while Demeter searched and cried.

Zeus sent word to Hades, to send his daughter back home
But Hades, being tricky, had an idea all his own.
He had her eat some seeds from the fruit his garden yields
A pomegranate, cursed, a pact with him now sealed.

For when she took upon herself to eat of Hades’ seeds
She sacrificed her own wants and satisfied his needs.
As a result, she was bound to return to him each year
For a season long, she was gone and Demeter shed her tears.

Demeter, always wanting Persephone to have stayed
Gave up the crops for that time while she had gone away.
Each year she went to Hades, as bound, that was the reason
Unto the earth, Winter was born, the harvest’s downtime season.

From those days on, she would be known no longer as that girl
Taken as bride, she became the goddess of the underworld.


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I ain't no holla back girl

         I'm just a girl so don't get upset when I don't turn around when you try to 
play your games. 

I can't help not wanting you when you are saying things that make me 
laugh about how desprate you sound I wonder how many girls you have tried to talk to 
today. 

I can see your lingering eyes as I pass by, Don't you know that I won't listen to 
any of your lies. 

I can just pretend that I don't even see you, may even close my eyes just so that you 
will lose interest and if you do that's no surprise.

 I am not trying to hurt your feelings, it's just that i'm not the type of girl who falls 
for stupid lines i've heard them all before.

 Some say that's why i'm still alone but I think that's why my heart hasn't gotten broke.

 Girls who listen to your whispers are just plain foolish, they expect a fairytale and 
next week he'll be preaching to another girl. 

I ain't no holla back girl I won't turn around when your calling because that's just 
playing right into your hands. 

I won't let you dip in the wine just because I have morals don't you understand. You look 
at me and I just smile... Don't you get it? i'm more attracted to a guy who plays hard to 
get.

 I need a challenge in my life and if your going to play easy 
then I guess you should know that i'm not simple.
 
In fact i'm extremly complicated and it doesn't take a few phone calls to get me naked.
 
I aint no holla back girl you have to be persistant to get into my world, I won't give in 
to just the same old game if you are playing me you better have me dazed. 

Have me blind so I can't see I don't want weak game to be played out in front of me.

 Challenge me or get lose, I understand my demands are harsh but it's just because I aint 
no holla back girl but if your worth it I will holla at ya. 

When I fall I do fall hard so I need a strong guy who's real and if they really 
are down  they will catch me.


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This is how it is

    This is how it is everyone is destined to be lonely. A little happiness can come 
around to cheer them up but after a while it's just me myself and I that I can trust. I 
won't cry when the people you thought were real began to talk, it's how it always is and 
only best friends survive the tide. But it always seems that I never fit. I am here and I 
am there but when I come into a group it's just me and they see and after a while they 
treat me like I've never been. It's sad I know that i'm destined to be alone but this is 
how it is and I guess I will never have someone that I can be truly real with. It's makes 
me upset sometimes, I am feeling so dependent on this person and it's like I need them to 
survive but what I've realized is that they are my bridge but I don't need them there so 
I can cross it. Eventually they come around but it never is the same. It's a ways away 
from how we used to be, like a hurricane hitting an island the after affects are brutal. 
I finally got to do this and I finally got to do that but now that I look back I used to 
be more independent. I used to be happy being alone. People can change you and not for 
the good... Sometimes the change is eating you slowly until they drop you like a piece of 
garbage feeling used. It hurts, But this is how it is and I guess I have been stepped on 
too many times in life to recognize the real me. I need sometime off and then maybe I 
will come back but independent it's sounding better and better as I go on each day.


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HIM

I feel pain mentally
why did he do it
he hurt me in ways unknown to even myself
your a bastard i hope you know this
can't you see you hurt your beautiful girl and you knew it
and if you thought we loved you guess what you blew it


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Let

I begged you
let me
be my true fate
be twenty - sharp as a knife
be black on white
be air for a man
be twenty-five  - the pure baby cry
be half way there - light.

And you let
and there's nothing
I wouldn't bear
for your sake